Showing posts with label A poem just for fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A poem just for fun. Show all posts

Friday, March 10, 2017

Lethargic Pococurantism

Sitting in class.
Starring at a window.
Outside is a brown tree in a closed yard.
The sun hits it from its tilted angle high above.
On one side stands a bench. 
There are walls on both.
It's noon.

Monday, February 20, 2017

I Can't Stop


I can't stop when I'm out partying
with my friends on a late night at a bar.
The music pumps and my head is twirling
around the club as I shine like a star.

I can't stop as I drink another beer
and thus fill my tank up with some more joy.
I sling some shots with no traces of fear
for what will soon happen to this convoy.

I can't stop as I pop another smoke
and lit it up so that fog can soothe me.
My pack is running low and so I hope
That my energetic mood stays groovy.

I can't stop when told by my family
who refuse to see that I can't stop me.


Monday, February 13, 2017

Batman Gets Coffee

Batman Gets Coffee


I noticed something when I saw 'The Killing Joke',
something I thought was silly and caused me to choke.
In a scene of the movie, Batman meets Batgirl on a cold night,
she seems a bit moody after having been in a fight.
So to cheer her up, Batman brought her something to drink,
coffee in a cup, it appears to be, I think.
This part made me laugh out loud:
did Batman stop by Starbucks on this night out?

While the cup has no label, it still seems to be from a shop,
the type of shop where coffee is sold.
So was he on his way able to make a quick stop,
and get Batgirl some coffee, to deal with the cold?
This creates a funny picture, I hope you concur:
of Batman standing in line at Starbucks as a regular costumer.


And Starbucks has a feature that is very well known
and has been adopted by other shops as a milestone.
Wether Starbucks or Baresso – it is all the same:
when getting coffee to go, they ask for your name.

So when a clerk grabbed a pen, asked the question, ready to give the cup it's brand,

did he stoically then – with a dead-pan expression – answer by stating: “I'm Batman”?


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Your Villain

Your Villain



Unlike you, I don't belong to the majority,
I walk by my own pace and do not require a leader.
I've faced the truth: I am the minority,
so when you see my face, you best be my cheerleader.
Unlike you, I am free and have all the space I need,
nothing stands in my way - I have no limits.
And when I'm through, I'll let you know of my succeed,
as I will tell you all day – so listen, dimwits!
Since I'm free of care, the world is my diamond rock,
morality is pure banality – it's dirt beneath my boot.
Your objections fill the air, but I just simply shrug,
this sounds like pure brutality and you may see me as a brute.
I belittle hope, I slap your face, and laugh when you cry,
Your dad from a rope, your mom in a fireplace: I am the bad guy!

But unlike you, I face challenges on my own:
no one tells me to stop when I'm ready to set sail.
As you already knew: I fight these battles alone,
it ends in a single chop and stands as another fail.
Because unlike you, I may never complete a goal;
no one tells me to focus as I have cast them astray.
Others I bid adieu or swallowed up whole:
nothing but locust blocking my way.
And those I loved who had a warm place in my heart
slapped my hand before I could force theirs.
I stand shoved with no counterpart
and my rock is a wasteland, soiled with tears.
wether they are mine or from some others' eye
you have no reason to whine: I am a bad guy.

But I digress: this may be as it should,
me who try and you who complete.
It may just be a guess, but if it's any good:
accept and realize you sow what you reap.
And I confess – to you – that failures have worth,
they teach you what you lack and how you can improve.
Unlike success which may dominate your Earth,
such turn you into a hack who refuse to move.
If you understand this then I'm sure you'll do fine
and you won't forget because I'll be here.
I don't require a kiss or any redesign
and if my words made you upset, then blame Shakespeare.
So when you see me, or when you hear me, and if this is our goodbye:
know that I'm carefree, but never wealthy and think: at least I'm not that guy!